"So what's our game-plan?" Tiara asked, making herself comfortable on the bed. Now that she knew who the Prince actually was, her fear all flew away like the dust. Percy too was sitting leisurely right next to her, his legs straightened out and his head tilted towards the ceiling.
"Would you slap me if I said I just got us both into deep, deep trouble?"
Tiara frowned and slowly pressed down on the bed and sat up straight to see his face clearly, "What kind of trouble?"
Percy's eyes flitted to meet her dark pondering ones. He had to control himself from not completing what she tried to do to him earlier. "Trouble that might get us killed in a year?" he found himself slowly edging away from her as he saw the expression on her face change.
"Percy."
Percy blinked, "Tiara."
"Spill," she urged, leaning forward.
